Chapter 44
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Translator: Ebonarch
Chapter: 44
Chapter Title: Seo Na-yeon Endures the Facing Piss
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Seo Na-yeon fled to the bathroom from the conference room, her love juices dribbling down her thighs. That was the exact moment when the dignity of a person named Seo Na-yeon was branded as "terminated."
Even if only on the surface, in front of the other employees who at least called her a fellow worker,
Kwak Young-cheol had, in front of everyone, stamped her as the office's communal plaything.
Due to Kwak Young-cheol's warped kinks—ones no normal person could comprehend—a perverse lust that couldn't be satisfied with merely fucking one woman, Seo Na-yeon had shockingly plummeted even lower than her current state, now trapped in his clutches.
"Haah... Ah... Ahh!"
Seo Na-yeon rushed into the bathroom, feeling as if her pussy was on fire, and hurriedly yanked out the vibrator buried deep inside her precious hole.
Spluuurt!
From early morning, she'd been creampied twice, and the massive buildup of love juices and semen inside her pussy gushed out like a dam bursting.
Driiiip!
The problem was that this was only half of it. The semen pooled in every crevice of her vaginal walls wouldn't flow out easily, trickling out bit by bit down Na-yeon's thighs all day long.
"Haa... Haa... Haa..."
Panting heavily, Seo Na-yeon thought to herself.
Ah. I'm done for.
The employees who had gradually stopped treating her like a proper "colleague" before—how would they look at her now? A chill ran up her spine.
'I don't want to go out... Hah... Fuck... That psycho Kwak Young-cheol.'
She couldn't bring herself to step out of the bathroom even a single foot. She'd left her phone behind, so no way to contact the outside world. All she could do was squat on the toilet seat indefinitely, sniffling away.
A dizzying sense of downfall. The cliff-edge feeling unique to someone whose life was ruined.
But that desperation only drove Seo Na-yeon into a corner.
Fuck it.
Whatever happens, happens.
When was I ever a proper employee anyway?
I'm just a slut who spreads her legs for that bastard Kwak Young-cheol.
Soaked in emptiness like that, all that remained for Seo Na-yeon was the unsatisfied lust that had piled up from being violated by the vibrator and ravaged by the male employees' gazes.
Unreleased.
Abandoning much of her humanity, she closed her eyes and slipped her fingers into her pussy.
And—
Squish, squish.
Unable to muster the courage to leave the bathroom, hiding like a coward while masturbating—what a pathetic act, even by her own standards. Layers of self-loathing piled up.
But she couldn't stop her fingers. She just stared blankly into space, mechanically rubbing her pussy.
Under extreme stress, her body demanded the most familiar dopamine hit: habitual masturbation.
"Haa... Ah..."
But Seo Na-yeon's tragedy didn't end there.
Screeech.
Thud, thud, thud.
"...?"
The sound of someone entering the bathroom.
Seo Na-yeon froze with her fingers still inside her pussy, holding her breath in a daze—
Bang!
The door to the women's stall swung open.
The lock on the women's toilet stalls was always broken. Of all times...
"Haa... Haa... Haa."
Standing before Seo Na-yeon—who was perched vulgarly on the toilet with her legs spread wide—was Mr. Gu, the maintenance worker in his work uniform, panting heavily.
His eyes brimming with lust.
"...Ah, Mr. Gu."
Mr. Gu, the mechanic. Rough-looking with a gravelly voice. In his forties. A chain-smoker. He'd been openly ogling her ass since her first day.
That was the superficial image of Mr. Gu in Seo Na-yeon's mind, since they had no real rapport.
An awkward relationship.
They'd barely exchanged words.
And yet, this man was now standing before her, skirt hiked up to her waist, no panties, her pussy fully exposed...
Wait, but this is the women's side...
Her jumbled thoughts slowly pieced together in her messed-up head, but Mr. Gu's body moved faster.
"Gotta take a piss."
"...Pardon?"
There were urinals outside, and men's stalls right next door...?
But without seeking her consent, Mr. Gu slammed the stall door shut and stepped right up close.
What... what should I say?
What is this?
In the gap where Seo Na-yeon's mind was a total mess, Mr. Gu yanked down his work pants in a flash.
Panties and all.
His rock-hard cock debuted right in front of Seo Na-yeon's face for the first time, fully erect.
'Fuck, what the hell...? What's going on???')
But Seo Na-yeon couldn't scream or tell him to get out. The situation made no sense, it was so sudden, and after what happened in the meeting—judgment failed her.
While she stood frozen, Mr. Gu approached... and straddled her thighs.
"Wh-what... what are you... d-doing?!"
A position where he sat facing her on her thighs, perched on the toilet seat.
Mr. Gu roughly grabbed her wrists and shoved his face close, saying,
"I told you. Here to take a piss."
"...Pardon?"
"Stay still, you fucking bitch. It's splashing."
"...!"
Facing each other, straddling the toilet.
In that position, Mr. Gu pulled out his cock between her legs and—
Shhhhiiii!
—actually started pissing.
"Eh...? Huh??
"Stay still... It's splashing, I said."
What...
What the hell is happening????
The absurdity left her too stunned to react properly, and Mr. Gu unleashed a massive stream of piss right between Seo Na-yeon's legs.
In the so-called "facing piss" position some couples do.
...Some of the streams splashed uncontrollably onto Na-yeon's thighs and groin, but she wasn't in any state to complain.
Mr. Gu, sitting on her thighs and pissing away like a madman—it was so ridiculous... and terrifying.
While Na-yeon sat there dumbfounded and rigid, Mr. Gu finished emptying his bladder between her pale crotch. Without even shaking off the piss droplet clinging to his tip,
he suddenly grabbed a fistful of her hair roughly.
With his other hand, he seized her silk blouse and—
Riiip!
—tore it open in one go, exposing her braless, massive tits completely.
"Ah?! Why... why are you doing this...?!"
"Fucking suck it, bitch!"
No explanation, no threats—just pure, insane arousal—
Mr. Gu crushed her head down with vise-like grip strength, like an industrial press.
Seo Na-yeon's body on the toilet folded up almost like a clamshell phone.
"S-stop...!"
She thrashed against Mr. Gu's forceful pressure, but—
Slap! Slap!
—his thick palm just smacked her cheeks, leaving her dazed.
Forced down until her head reached the level of his groin, his rough hand clamped her soft cheeks and jaw, prying her mouth open against her will.
"I said suck it, you filthy slut. Open wide."
"F-fuck, what the... Ah, s-stop... Mmgh?!"
Rape.
This was real rape.
With Kwak Young-cheol, it had started consensual, even if the play got rougher over time—it was always a transactional agreement via money.
Her coerced sex with Kim Cheol-ho was dubious consent at best, but there was at least the justification of a million-won payout.
But this—barging into the bathroom out of nowhere, forcing oral without a shred of permission.
And getting slapped so hard her cheeks swelled instantly for resisting.
Seo Na-yeon couldn't believe she was being openly raped in broad daylight at the office—in the women's stall, no less.
"Mmgh...! Mmmph!"
She shook her head, trying to spit out Mr. Gu's cock, but—
his press-like grip locked her skull and shoved his dick down her throat, unrelenting.
"Guh! Guuuurk! Mmgh!"
Tears welled up.
Snot bubbled and dripped, soaking her tear-streaked face again.
Breathing grew impossible; her throat convulsed, vomit rising from the forced stimulation.
On top of that, the residual piss from his recent urination soaked her mouth.
The unmistakable stale barley tea tang of piss droplets coated her tongue, leaving a horrific aftertaste.
Not content with mouth-pussy violation, he thrust a hand through her torn blouse, clamping her huge E-cup tits with no mercy, squeezing brutally as if to burst them.
'It hurts...! Ah! It hurts! You fucking psycho!'
"Guuugh... Gurrrk!!!"
Only when she was on the verge of puking—her uvula bulging grotesquely—did Mr. Gu finally pull out his cock.
"Puhah... Haa... Haa."
Gasping desperately for air, fragmented thoughts flashed through Seo Na-yeon's mind without context.
'What is this—am I getting raped?—No...! -My throat hurts... -Kwak Young-cheol, you bastard, help me...! -I'll report this fucker! -Please stop!'
But Kwak Young-cheol had no intention of helping his "toy"—not even his girlfriend—and no one approached the bathroom.
Without waiting for her to catch her breath, Mr. Gu—cock throbbing stiff with excitement—
grabbed her hair again, yanking her into a new position by force.
"Get up, you fucking bitch."
This time, he made her brace against the back wall, ass thrust out.
She resisted passively, but it meant nothing against Mr. Gu's elephantine strength in his aroused state.
"P-please stop... I beg you...!"
"You love getting raped, don't you, slut? What, don't like getting fucked by a dirty mechanic? You fucking cumrag?"
"N-no, stop... Ah!"
Again, no persuasion, no request for consent, no foreplay—Mr. Gu rammed his saliva-slicked cock in roughly. Straight into Seo Na-yeon's pink pussy, of course.